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Show "I don't mind if Pilar gets good grades. And I have nothing against Mexicans," said Kim, not anxious to divulge the real reason for her avoiding Pilar. Kim watched Pilar walk with her tray full of food towards the freshman table. Pilar had a shy but elegant way of walking with her shoulders back and her head held high. Halfway to the table she paused-her head darting from side to side like a deer trying to sense enemy territory. Finally, her gaze rested on Miss Hawkins, and she headed directly for the counselor and set her tray beside her. When the three girls were seated at the table, Isabel whispered something to Maureen, then smiled at Pilar. "Tell us about zee customs in Meheeco, Pilar." Isabel sounded like Pancho on the old TV reruns of the Cisco Kid. Obviously surprised that Isabel was trying to be friendly to her, Pilar looked up from her food. For a moment she stared at Isabel, as if trying to understand her, then answered haltingly, in a soft voice, " In Mexico...we have two hour siesta after lunch." "How eeenteresting!" Isabel said, Mimicking Pilar. The girls at the table giggled, but Pilar didn't catch on, so Isabel kept digging in. "Everyone sleeps in zee middle of zee day!" "Not everyone," said Pilar, trying to be pleasant. "I 72 |
